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I should have expected what happened next, but I didn’t. Brewster’s cell phone rang and he held it up to his ear, and then his eyes got wide. He grabbed my shoulder and said, “Come on, back to the room!”

“What’s up?”

He slipped the phone back into his holster. “The President is going to be calling.”

I stared at him for a moment. “The President? You mean, the President?”

McRiley began dragging me out of the room, and the other pros and Marilyn followed me. Out in the hallway, where it was quieter, he said, “Yes, that President! Not the President of the Baltimore Elks Club, the President of the United States! He calls all the new Congressmen and congratulates them.” He kept hustling us back to the suite.

Once inside, I looked over at my wife, who looked as shocked as I did. For all my money and ‘power’, I had never even seen the President at any kind of event, only on television, and certainly never talked to him. Brewster’s cell phone rang and I jumped at the sound. I whirled to face him and he was speaking into it, and then he passed the phone to me. “Is it him?” I whispered.

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